Readers
will be hard put to find a single line
Churchill wrote against the Nazis or
Hitler before
then.

October
4, 2007 (Thursday)Windsor
(England)

Oliver Kamm has
blithely libeled one of my fans in
his online blog. The
fan asks me for advice, and I advise him what
protocol to follow. Kamm threatens him in his
last lines: "I should give you due notice that
if any costs are incurred by me as a result of
your behaviour, then I shall immediately apply
for an award of those costs against you."

Kamm is wrong. His newspapers lawyers may
well advise him to apologise ("make amends")
before things get worse. His behaviour is truly
odious.

STILL no British Telecom phones connected in the
House of Windsor. I have to go online at
Chiswick again. I finally leave there for home
at five pm and settle comfortably into the rush
hour traffic in the fast lane on the Great West
Road.

The gear lever (stick shift) goes slack in my
hand. In fact it is totally disconnected, with
the engine in top gear. This three- lane highway
is notorious for its tight lanes, and there are
cars parked nose to tail along the sidewalk. But
there is miraculously one empty space -- and a
"woman's space" at that, the easy one right at
this end. I coast skillfully over into it,
clamber out as traffic flashes past inches away,
and open the bonnet (hood: will the
Americans ever come round to using our
language?).

A call to my brother in Wiltshire, from whom
I have just inherited this beast. He's standing
next to the engineer who sold it to him. "There
are three ball-and-socket joints," the man says,
"and one's come disconnected." He assures me I
can fix it.

I carry out the emergency op. on the
defenceless car in the gathering dusk, groping
blindly through ten years of grease, feeling a
bit like Dr Mengele operating on a
shoulder joint. I get ball back into socket, but
the stick shift is still dangling loose.

Keep calm. Where I live now is so remote it
has no public transport. I have no choice but to
get home by this car. I ease the car backwards
with difficulty, shoulder against the doorframe,
foot holding down the clutch pedal. (Sorry,
Americans, you'll have to skip this technical
Old-Europe stuff.)

I wait for a brief empty patch in the
thundering stream of homebound traffic, lurch
out of the parking space, and set off on the
twenty-mile drive to the west in top gear,
making a thousand enemies all round as passing
drivers flash at me to tell me my hazard lights
are on, or leap into the emergency space I have
left ahead, or tailgate me with headlights
blazing, and even halt just ahead to fix their
make-up as I trickle towards them in the uphill
jams -- frantic not to lose any momentum, as the
car will be impossible to start in top gear.

A fierce sunset lies dead ahead, the dazzling
orange orb so low that the visor is no use. The
last hundred yards are the worst -- I coast down
the lane to the big house, clicking the electric
button at just the right moment so that the
gates will have yawned open wide enough for me
to wriggle through onto the forecourt.
Split-second timing. My hands and much of the
car's interior are covered with a millimeter
thick layer of black ooze, but I am home.

"Allah must have held his hand over you,"
says my brother cordially when I phone him.

"Somebody," I say.

October
5, 2007 (Friday)Windsor
(England)

THIS morning I have read the
item in The Forward which their
journalist Marissa wrote. She has -- they
have -- their agenda, and they stick to it. She
talks of my "turnaround", although nothing I say
now was not in my books since 1977.

She
omits my warning that although I am eighty
percent convinced by the
Hermann Höfle document (above),
by my own cursory forensic examination of ink,
paper, and typewriter, there is still a twenty
percent chance that it is a forgery: the
misspelling of Reinhardt (as Reinhart),
the wrong math, the possibility that the authors
simply worked backwards from a well-known figure
(1,274,166) in the Korherr
report of April 1943 (right) in order
to authenticate it, the unusual lack of any
register-number or date for the originating
query ("Betr.:...") , the prominence of the
names involved (Eichmann himself), the
top state-secret classification
GEHEIME REICHSSACHE found
only once elsewhere by me so far in the tens of
thousands of otherwise overwhelmingly trivial
decodes, the five-page document somehow being
bound into the archive file out of page-sequence
(5, 1, 2, 3, 4): these are just some of the
anomalies unique to the Höfle document

The final sentence in Marissa's interview
report is an invention:

He
is confident that his turnaround will not win
him any fans in the academic world. "I think
that's a dead duck," he said.

I have no interest in academia. They are
lazy, self-important, blinkered, and totally in
thrall to the System; they mostly quote what
other academics have written before them because
that is Safe.

To call them craven would still leave a
vestigial possibility that there is a microgram
of courage hidden somewhere beneath their pallid
skin: there is not. They sit in their book-lined
caves, plucking well-indexed, nicely illustrated
works off the shelves, and call it "intensive
research." It is not. They are too frightened to
think for themselves.

What I might call my
Mel Gibson suggestion -- that Jews
have been at the root of most of the wars of
the twentieth century (though not of course
all) -- clearly rankles.

It is not, of course, part of their Why Us?
conundrum -- the historic causes of pogroms lie
much deeper than the neo-cons in Washington DC
and their shabby conspiracies. Perhaps the
causes are incurable, biological -- some animal
instinct which sets non-Jews and Jews at each
others' throats.

Civilized humans recognize this instinct, and
brace themselves against it. I know and admire
dozens of Jews of my own acquaintance and in
public life -- editors, film actors, pianists,
composers. They may network among each other,
but they do not actively conspire to
disadvantage the non-Jews in the way that the
Abraham Foxmans and Deborah Lipstadts of this
world have done, to the disgrace of their own
race.

As for the argument that Jews are behind most
recent wars and, if Iran comes off, behind the
next war too: few would dispute now, knowing
what we do, that they actively conspired to push
the United States, and with them Britain, and
ultimately several other countries too, into
launching an unprovoked war on the sovereign
nation Iraq upon a fictitious pretext. In doing
so they met the terms of the definition of a war
crime under the London Charter of August 1945,
for committing which many German and Japanese
leaders were, no doubt rightly, hanged in later
years.

The evidence on the
earlier wars is also there for those
courageous enough to quote it (don't expect
to find it in the tedious Churchill volumes
written by Sir Martin Gilbert or
Andrew Roberts, though).

As
for the Second World War, I remember that when
Professor Ernst Nolte, the now similarly
"discredited" historian, scandalously reminded
German readers that the Jews had not once, but
twice formally declared war on Germany, that
well-rewarded
(but poorly regarded) old rascal Professor
Richard
"Skunky" Evans (right) had the chutzpah
to deny that there was ever any such
declaration. As revisionists well know, you
cannot wish away historic events by denials.

We cannot ascribe Evans's denial to the sheer
ignorance of history of which he made such a
convincing display in the witness stand during
the
Lipstadt Trial.

In fact they "declared war" not once, but
twice: True, the Jewish leadership formally
issued a vainglorious declaration of war in
London a few days after Britain declared war on
Germany in September 1939. But even before then,
after Hitler's election victories in 1933, the
organised international Jewish community issued
a declaration of war on Germany, and declared a
boycott on German products.

The
Daily Express reported this on March 24,
1933 and one week later Dr Joseph
Goebbels retaliated with a Nazi boycott of
Jewish goods: of course history now speaks only
of this retaliatory Nazi boycott (which lasted
for the whole of one Saturday morning, April 1,
the Jewish Sabbath anyway); its worldwide
predecessor is papered over. Well, as the saying
goes, what goes around comes around, and
eventually it does.

Joseph P Kennedy, the late president's
father, was President Roosevelt's
ambassador in London when war broke out, and he
made no secret of his view that "the Jews" were
behind Britain's entry into the war. The British
ambassador in Berlin at that time, Sir Nevile
Henderson, (right), wrote exactly the
same opinion in his memoirs, The Failure of a
Mission.

Were they too incorrigible anti-Semites, or
were they perhaps skilled observers in the
position to know what they were writing
about?

The London Jews were certainly bankrolling
Winston Churchill; as the official biographer of
Sir Robert Waley-Cohen, Henriques,
revealed, the oil magnate (Royal Dutch Shell)
had headed the group which wrote a fifty
thousand pound cheque to Churchill in July 1936
(two million pounds in today's terms), in return
for which Churchill, at that time smoldering in
the political wilderness, agreed to start his
vociferous anti-Hitler campaign. Readers will be
hard put to find a single line Churchill wrote
against the Nazis or Hitler before then.

NOW I have to get my hands dirty again, and fix
that connecting rod. If I get the Radical's
Diary online today, that means it's
fixed.